|omitkina ||Дата: Воскресенье, 28.02.2016, 12:22 | Сообщение # 1|
|In a godforsaken manor,|
I chanced to be a fairy,
In dress with beads embroidery
I’ve woven a bright-leaf crown
And came up to a stump – my throne,
Then touched the trees with a sprig –
The all-around nature turned to be quick.
The oak, sage and great,
Told me of a century-old estate
With the alleys planted by man-the-owner
Where fairy-like ladies walked over and over;
While horse-drawn carriages ran to and fro,
A bear dwelt in the pit with a chain on the paw,
People were breeding trout for a pond.
Fixed I was – expecting portent...